For My Late Teacher

Hollow hollow, hear it echo
The shots fired ring cold
A woman’s live lost, at such a cost
A horror no one should know

Sneaky sneaky, footsteps creaky
Cross the street at dawn
A scary surprise seen from her eyes
A story of fear withdrawn

Teardrops teardrops, flowing nonstop
How her family must feel
Knew her or not, our hearts in a knot
Such a sweet life one could steal

Sorrow sorrow, with no tomorrow
We all cry tears of shame
A teacher who grinned, now one with the wind
We’ll always remember her name

 

Rest in peace

Reviews

[Calypso]

Nice poem. Good word choice

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad story in this poem. To lose a teacher would not be a good thing. I like description of thoughts in the poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote